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[dr_conscience]

[As Wilson goes about his business at the hospital today, he's wearing a t-shirt under his lab coat. He does do his best to keep it mostly obscured, but you might catch it anyway. It reads:]

I WAS KILLED BY SHEEP AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT

[Before work, after work, or at work, he'll be wearing it because he has no other choice - and though he tries to cover it with a jacket, they all just keep opening. After a while, he just lets them stay that way.]

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[dr_conscience]

Me? Oh--

[He'd like it if his jacket would stay buttoned, but it won't]

I'm all right.

[With the slightest frown... and the first thought that maybe he knows what's going on here.]

Are you-- you're sure?

[hexuality]

Yes.

[Quietly firm and insistent. She can manage this, she's played sports for years, her arms should be like iron. Ginny raises her knee to the bag and pushes it a bit more securely into her arms.]

It's just a bit— [Oh, okay, maybe not balanced enough on one leg to manage that little trick, the bag slips and the shirt is painfully exposed as it lands on the ground.] Damn it!

[dr_conscience]

[Well there's some confirmation. There's a softly, sympathetic smile as he moves to lift the bag - heavy, even for him - and offer it back to her.]

You know, I do have to say this much - that plan really does show some impressive ingenuity.

[hexuality]

[She huffs out a breath and whips her wand out from her back pocket now that her hands are free, flicking it rather carelessly at the bag so it's suddenly feather-light.

Rather flatly,]

Yeah, I'm nothing if not creative. Apparently so's the City.

[dr_conscience]

[And he almost throws it in the air. He only stumbles slightly, recovering as if he completely meant to do that. That's more awkward than he really likes to seem.]

Isn't it usually?

I'd have brought a few patient files home, but the curse probably would have sent a gust of wind by to scatter them.

[Levity. Because he doesn't want to aggressively broach the topics provided by the shirts.]

[hexuality]

[She smiles a little at the cover-up and extends her free hand to take the bag back.]

I'd help you pick them up if that happened. Distractions, right? Better than—well, you know.

[dr_conscience]

[With his own smile as he hands it back,]

Well, it would be very much appreciated. Somehow, I doubt anyone's particularly keen on the... suggested topics.

[hexuality]

Oh, so possession's not really your cup of tea either?

[Making light of it's the best course of action, right? Right. Though the tips of her ears are still a bright red from how flustered she actually is.]

[dr_conscience]

Not particularly.

[His smile is soft, sympathetic; he doesn't mind making light of it, it's a recognized method of coping, but he does move to empathize.]

Not that I have extensive experience, of course. I doubt the slug ordeal is all that comparable.

[hexuality]

[She draws in a breath at this and immediately softens around the edges. Wasn't the slug ordeal the time she truly, seriously considered telling at least some people about her experience with Tom and the diary? To try and get them to trust her in the aftermath, to get her friends to open up to her because she understood?]

Yeah. It is.

[dr_conscience]

[He nods wordlessly at that, taking a breath. Possession, being from his background, isn't really something he considers himself qualified to talk about. He didn't want to make assumptions about experiences that weren't his own, drawing comparisons where they'd be more insensitive than helpful. But given the indication that it's not too far off base, he speaks again after a moment.]

In that case, I'm definitely not a fan. And as a topic for conversation... I'm sure that you already know, intellectually, that nothing that you were made to do was your fault. But, I doubt that feeling better about it is as simple as rationally understanding something.

[hexuality]

It was a long time ago, Dr Wilson. I was a kid. I know that now.

[She doesn't really mean to say it, but it's her way of justifying that she should have come to terms with it years ago. Eleven years old. In truth, sometimes she feels like she's the only person who really remembers it (I forgot, Harry said; Lucky you, she'd shot back)—or, rather, not remembers it, given the snatches of memory Tom had let her keep.

Ginny smiles a bit.]

You know that too, don't you? I hope so.

[dr_conscience]

Well, I'm glad that you know that. I just mean that... as far as conversation goes, there isn't much else most people can say.

[He purses his lips slightly for a moment, but that turns into a small, tight smile with a nod.]

But yes, I know it.

[hexuality]

I'm sorry that you have to, though. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.